I always thought I would have years to write my history and wondered why I should write it anyway.

Lately I have felt that time is very short and it needed to be done and yet it is something I do not want to do.
Maybe because I am not sure how it will be received by those who read it and if it will ever be read and believed.

I was born in Prove, Utah.

My Mom had a very hard time delivering me and nearly died.

My soft spot on my head was closed so I was to have the fate of a small head and many other challenges of life.
Dad was overseas [during World War 2] flying out of India and over the hump.
For several weeks he did not know he had a daughter.

I went home to 184 West Main St, American Fork, Utah, to live at Grandpa Glen and Grandma Leila’s home.

[This is Mother's story. Remember her.]

Wednesday, June 30, 2010

When people point fingers at someone else,
they should remember that three fingers
are pointing back at them.
Old saying

Monday, June 28, 2010

Body and mind

"Your body is not who you are. The mind and spirit transcend the body. "
-Christopher Reeve

Sunday, June 27, 2010

"I think a hero is an ordinary individual
who finds strength to persevere
and endure in spite of overwhelming obstacles. "
-Christopher Reeve
I like Christopher Reeve and especially in "Somewhere In Time".

Saturday, June 26, 2010

School lunch snack

Great sweet peanut butter snack recipe, posted by Candy.
· 1/2 cup marshmallow cream
· 1/2 cup peanut butter
· 48 Ritz Crackers
· 1 1/4 cups semisweet chocolate chips, melted
· 1 cup flaked coconut or chopped nuts
Spread about 1 teaspoon peanut butter on 24 of the Ritz crackers. Spread 1 teaspoon Marshmallow Creme on remaining crackers. Sandwich crackers together, using one peanut butter and one marshmallow, then dip in melted chocolate or white chocolate (almond bark), and roll in coconut or finely chopped nuts to coat. Set crackers on waxed paper and let stand until chocolate sets. Store in air-tight container for up to one week. Makes 24Shared by Candy

Crabby Old Man

And this little old man, with nothing left to give to the world,
is now the author of this 'anonymous' poem winging across the Internet.
What do you see nurses? . . . .. . What do you see?What are you thinking . . . . .
When you're looking at me?A crabby old man . . . . Not very wise,
Uncertain of habit . . . . . With faraway eyes?
Who dribbles his food . . . . . And makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice . . . . . 'I do wish you'd try!'
Who seems not to notice . . . . . The things that you do.
And forever is losing . . . . A sock or shoe?
Who, resisting or not . . . . . Lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding . . . . . The long day to fill?
Is that what you're thinking? . . . . . Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse . . . . . You're not looking at me.
I'll tell you who I am. . . . . . As I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, . . . . As I eat at your will.
I'm a small child of Ten . . . . ... With a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters . . . . . Who love one another.A young boy of Sixteen . . . . With wings on his feet.
Dreaming that soon now . . . . . A lover he'll meet.
A groom soon at Twenty . . . . . My heart gives a leap.
Remembering, the vows . . . . . That I promised to keep.
At Twenty-Five, now . . . . . I have young of my own.Who need me to guide . . . . . And a secure happy home.
A man of Thirty . . . . . My young now grown fast,Bound to each other . . . . With ties that should last.At Forty, my young sons . . . . Have grown and are gone,
But my woman's beside me . . . . . To see I don't mourn.
At Fifty, once more, babies play 'round my knee,
Again, we know children . . . . . My loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me ... . . . . My wife is now dead.
I look at the future . . . . . Shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing . . . . . Young of their own.
And I think of the years . . . . . And the love that I've known.I'm now an old man . . . . . And nature is cruel.
Tis jest to make old age .. . . .. . Look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles . . . . Grace and vigor, depart.
There is now a stone . .. . . Where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass . . . . . A young guy still dwells,And now and again . . . . . My battered heart swells.
I remember the joys . . . . . I remember the pain.
And I'm loving and living . . . . . Life over again.
I think of the years, all too few . . . . . Gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact . . . . That nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people . . . . . Open and see.
Not a crabby old man . . ... Look closer . . . See ME!

Remember this poem when you next meet An older person who you might brush aside ...
Without looking at the young soul within. (We will all, one day, be there, too!)

Friday, June 25, 2010

A thought for you

Each day is a new canvas to paint upon.
Make sure your picture is full of life and happiness,
and at the end of the day you don't look at it
and wish you had painted something different. Author Unknown

Thursday, June 24, 2010

Thought for today

"Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away."
So I have a title for today. Let me introduce myself and tell you what I like and don't like. How should I begin? That is the million dollar question.
I am a water baby born under the sign of the fishes. I like stream to fish in, lakes, the ocean to listen to the waves and of course waterfalls.
I like all kinds of music and reading. I like good food and enjoy a good steak with a salad. I like breakfast for dinner and dessert first. Of course I would not be in the family if I didn't like ice cream. Vanilla first, rocky road, pistachio, lemon just don't add anthing on it but once in awhile a cone.
I love being in the nusery at church and sometimes I even like their parents. I like small dogs and cats, fishes.
My favorite place to eat is In and Out burger, Applebee's, and at home. I like seeing the stars, sleeping out doors, being with friends (to a point), and relaxing.
So I am what I am. Just don't gossip around me and spread lies.
So today will be my best day so far and if you ask how I am I will tell you, alive and thankful to be so.

Best Day

Monday, June 14, 2010

Well it should say help me be creative.

Sunday, June 13, 2010

Today I set up a blog. How I will use it I am not sure. Maybe my daughter can help me creative.